Cream. Cheese.
Nov. 16th, 2008 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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tiny_cs and I've been chatting for hours and watching Top Gear together.
Also, I had a very odd dream last night.
I was Dr. Watson, but in that sort of dream logic I was also me. So as Watson I was sitting in Baker Street going "Hum de dum, everything's normal" while the me-part was squeeing gently over everything from the hansoms in the streets to the coins in my pocket.
After solving a case (something with a little old lady and a leather wallet) Holmes and I went shopping for nicknacks - tobacco, paper (Foolscap actually, kudos to my subconcious for going for a historically accurate brand) and something people kept referring to as "stokies" (boo on my subconcious for making words up) which might have been a particular cut of gloves or a type of sausage.
In the dream I remember being relieved I was paired with Jeremy Brett!Holmes even - if it had been Rupert Everett!Holmes or something like that I would have been very annoyed.
I don't normally post dreams without narrative coherence, but the feeling of being two people in one sort of stayed with me.
And ooh, today I finally got to read what might be the first ever Sherlock Holmes send-up, written as a gift to Conan Doyle from his friend James M. Barry (yes, the one that wrote Peter Pan): The Adventure of Two Collaberators. It's adorable. "Again I sprang to the ceiling (which is much dented), and shouted, 'Amazing!'".
And that's all I've got today, really. To fill out the entry, here's a vintage poster that never fails to crack me up:
Mister Hat Man is just so cheerfully ignorant, poor fool.
tiny_cs and I've been chatting for hours and watching Top Gear together.Also, I had a very odd dream last night.
I was Dr. Watson, but in that sort of dream logic I was also me. So as Watson I was sitting in Baker Street going "Hum de dum, everything's normal" while the me-part was squeeing gently over everything from the hansoms in the streets to the coins in my pocket.
After solving a case (something with a little old lady and a leather wallet) Holmes and I went shopping for nicknacks - tobacco, paper (Foolscap actually, kudos to my subconcious for going for a historically accurate brand) and something people kept referring to as "stokies" (boo on my subconcious for making words up) which might have been a particular cut of gloves or a type of sausage.
In the dream I remember being relieved I was paired with Jeremy Brett!Holmes even - if it had been Rupert Everett!Holmes or something like that I would have been very annoyed.
I don't normally post dreams without narrative coherence, but the feeling of being two people in one sort of stayed with me.
And ooh, today I finally got to read what might be the first ever Sherlock Holmes send-up, written as a gift to Conan Doyle from his friend James M. Barry (yes, the one that wrote Peter Pan): The Adventure of Two Collaberators. It's adorable. "Again I sprang to the ceiling (which is much dented), and shouted, 'Amazing!'".
And that's all I've got today, really. To fill out the entry, here's a vintage poster that never fails to crack me up:
Mister Hat Man is just so cheerfully ignorant, poor fool.
